I overheard college students casually inserting words like "calling" and "RM" into their conversations. I watched them buy LDS-theme neckties and personalized CTR rings and scriptures with their names emblazoned on the front — done in less than an hour — and I did so with wonderment and the slightest bit of envy.
Don't get me wrong; I loved my trilingual ward in Massachusetts, and I had good friends in early-morning seminary and surrounding wards. But I often wondered what it was like to be so plugged in to Mormon culture.
Then I went to BYU.